Daria in: "El Scorcho"
Author's notes and stuff: Hey hey, welcome to my first "Daria" fanfic! Uhmmm... it's a crossover with Frank Peretti's "Veritas Project." Sort of. I just borrowed a character from Hangman's Curse. Not even a main character. He just seemed good for the part. It's okay if you've never read it or heard of it or whatever. Yes, I know this is just screaming at you "RUN AWAY!!!" But I urge you to give it a try anyway. And me likes reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Daria, MTV or Noggin or someone does. I don't own Ian Snyder, or the "Veritas Project." That belongs to Mr. Frank E. Peretti. All I own is the plot to the story, my really slow laptop, and some Teddy Grahams. But I don't own Teddy Grahams either, just the one box... I'll shut up now.
"El Scorcho" Chapter 1: New Kid
Ian Snyder climbed awkwardly off of the bus and looked around. Okay, where exactly have the Springfields sent me? he wondered. The boy was of short stature, and had a mean look about him. He wore all black and had even dyed his hair that way, though light brown roots were starting to show.
"I guess I can wait here," he said aloud, looking around for a sign of his social worker. He found a bench and sat down, placed his black book bag beside him, and put on his headphones.
He would sit there for four hours.
***
"Oh, I just know I had something else important to do today," sighed Helen Morgandorffer as she sat down to some sort of "Pasta a la Jake" with her family. Helen had, of course, already achieved many great feats that day, including saving three major corporations from bankruptcy, and having lunch with yet another rich young brat who wanted to sue someone or other... over the course of the day, Helen had forgotten the details. Still, after all that, she still felt something nagging at the back of her mind.
As usual, the Morgandorffer family sat through dinner without accidentally managing to communicate anything important.
Quinn wrangled fifty dollars out of her father's wallet by simply being cute.
Jake built a meatball and spaghetti castle. He was disappointed about the lack of little pasta people.
Helen attempted to start conversation with Daria, who was busy running a sarcastic commentary, and managed to deflect every direct question asked of her.
As the table was cleared, Helen sighed again, wondering whatever had happened to the closeness of her family. Then her cell phone rang and all was forgotten.
"Hello? ... Oh, hi, Eric! ... What? Oh, no, I forgot! ... Well, yes Eric, but I thought he was supposed to already have a family... but we don't do these kind of suits, do we? ... Of course I'll pick him up, where is he? ... he will have a new home within a few days, right? ... Ok... ok, buh bye."
And so the Morgandorffer household acquired a new resident. A new temporary resident.
***
Helen drove to the bus station, grumbling all the way.
"Why am I always expected to pick up after everyone's messes? I do not need some teenage delinquent in my house right now! Why couldn't they just send this boy to the detention home, he'll probably end up there anyway..."
She pulled up to the curb, where she saw a young man dressed entirely in black asleep on a bench.
"I do not have time for this!" she exclaimed. Rather than putting the car in park and waking the boy up, she simply leaned on the horn.
The boy awoke, and blinked through the glare of the headlights. Helen rolled down the window and called out to him.
"You there! Are you by any chance Ian Snyder?" she asked.
"Yeah," the boy replied, standing up. "You my social worker?"
Helen noticed how pale he was. And how grubbily dressed. "Erm... no... I work at the firm that's handling your case, though. Helen Morgandorffer," she said this in a rush, extending her hand for a brief handshake. "They sent me after you because... oh, hell, I don't know. Just get in so we can get home."
Ian climbed into the car. "So... I'm staying with you?"
"Temporarily, until we sort out where you're supposed to be. I don't know why we took this case on..." Helen muttered the last part mostly to herself. "Do you have all of your things?" she asked, suddenly much more chipper.
"Uh, yeah." Ian put his headphones back on. They rode in silence for a moment, until Helen realized that, like it or not, this boy was now a part of the family, whether temporary or not.
"What are you listening to, Ian?" she asked conversationally.
"Huh?" was his reply.
"I said, 'what are you listening to?'"
"Oh," he said, removing the headphones. "Saves the Day." Then he replaced the headphones, and they lapsed back into silence.
"What's 'Saves the Day?'" Helen asked a few moments later.
"A band," Ian replied, becoming agitated by this woman's questioning.
"Oh. Well, I don't know much about music, but how about popping it in the stereo? I'd like to hear what you listen to, get to know you a little better."
Ian shrugged. "Okay." He removed the CD from his player and put in into the car's changer.
This song will become the anthem of
Your underground.
You're two floors down
Getting high in a back room.
If I flooded out your house
Do you think you'd make it out?
Or would you burn up
Before-
"Well!" Helen exclaimed, abruptly switching off the music. "Is this how you've been living?"
"What?"
"This song is about drugs!" Helen cried. Ian merely raised an eyebrow.
"Lady, if you'd listen to the whole-"
"I cannot believe Eric talked me into this..." And Helen became lost in her own mutterings about juvenile delinquency and the unfairness of it all.
Ian sighed and retrieved his CD.
***
Sooo... that's it for chapter one, more of an intro than anything. Reviews would be much appreciated, and I'll take all the help I can get!
Author's notes and stuff: Hey hey, welcome to my first "Daria" fanfic! Uhmmm... it's a crossover with Frank Peretti's "Veritas Project." Sort of. I just borrowed a character from Hangman's Curse. Not even a main character. He just seemed good for the part. It's okay if you've never read it or heard of it or whatever. Yes, I know this is just screaming at you "RUN AWAY!!!" But I urge you to give it a try anyway. And me likes reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Daria, MTV or Noggin or someone does. I don't own Ian Snyder, or the "Veritas Project." That belongs to Mr. Frank E. Peretti. All I own is the plot to the story, my really slow laptop, and some Teddy Grahams. But I don't own Teddy Grahams either, just the one box... I'll shut up now.
"El Scorcho" Chapter 1: New Kid
Ian Snyder climbed awkwardly off of the bus and looked around. Okay, where exactly have the Springfields sent me? he wondered. The boy was of short stature, and had a mean look about him. He wore all black and had even dyed his hair that way, though light brown roots were starting to show.
"I guess I can wait here," he said aloud, looking around for a sign of his social worker. He found a bench and sat down, placed his black book bag beside him, and put on his headphones.
He would sit there for four hours.
***
"Oh, I just know I had something else important to do today," sighed Helen Morgandorffer as she sat down to some sort of "Pasta a la Jake" with her family. Helen had, of course, already achieved many great feats that day, including saving three major corporations from bankruptcy, and having lunch with yet another rich young brat who wanted to sue someone or other... over the course of the day, Helen had forgotten the details. Still, after all that, she still felt something nagging at the back of her mind.
As usual, the Morgandorffer family sat through dinner without accidentally managing to communicate anything important.
Quinn wrangled fifty dollars out of her father's wallet by simply being cute.
Jake built a meatball and spaghetti castle. He was disappointed about the lack of little pasta people.
Helen attempted to start conversation with Daria, who was busy running a sarcastic commentary, and managed to deflect every direct question asked of her.
As the table was cleared, Helen sighed again, wondering whatever had happened to the closeness of her family. Then her cell phone rang and all was forgotten.
"Hello? ... Oh, hi, Eric! ... What? Oh, no, I forgot! ... Well, yes Eric, but I thought he was supposed to already have a family... but we don't do these kind of suits, do we? ... Of course I'll pick him up, where is he? ... he will have a new home within a few days, right? ... Ok... ok, buh bye."
And so the Morgandorffer household acquired a new resident. A new temporary resident.
***
Helen drove to the bus station, grumbling all the way.
"Why am I always expected to pick up after everyone's messes? I do not need some teenage delinquent in my house right now! Why couldn't they just send this boy to the detention home, he'll probably end up there anyway..."
She pulled up to the curb, where she saw a young man dressed entirely in black asleep on a bench.
"I do not have time for this!" she exclaimed. Rather than putting the car in park and waking the boy up, she simply leaned on the horn.
The boy awoke, and blinked through the glare of the headlights. Helen rolled down the window and called out to him.
"You there! Are you by any chance Ian Snyder?" she asked.
"Yeah," the boy replied, standing up. "You my social worker?"
Helen noticed how pale he was. And how grubbily dressed. "Erm... no... I work at the firm that's handling your case, though. Helen Morgandorffer," she said this in a rush, extending her hand for a brief handshake. "They sent me after you because... oh, hell, I don't know. Just get in so we can get home."
Ian climbed into the car. "So... I'm staying with you?"
"Temporarily, until we sort out where you're supposed to be. I don't know why we took this case on..." Helen muttered the last part mostly to herself. "Do you have all of your things?" she asked, suddenly much more chipper.
"Uh, yeah." Ian put his headphones back on. They rode in silence for a moment, until Helen realized that, like it or not, this boy was now a part of the family, whether temporary or not.
"What are you listening to, Ian?" she asked conversationally.
"Huh?" was his reply.
"I said, 'what are you listening to?'"
"Oh," he said, removing the headphones. "Saves the Day." Then he replaced the headphones, and they lapsed back into silence.
"What's 'Saves the Day?'" Helen asked a few moments later.
"A band," Ian replied, becoming agitated by this woman's questioning.
"Oh. Well, I don't know much about music, but how about popping it in the stereo? I'd like to hear what you listen to, get to know you a little better."
Ian shrugged. "Okay." He removed the CD from his player and put in into the car's changer.
This song will become the anthem of
Your underground.
You're two floors down
Getting high in a back room.
If I flooded out your house
Do you think you'd make it out?
Or would you burn up
Before-
"Well!" Helen exclaimed, abruptly switching off the music. "Is this how you've been living?"
"What?"
"This song is about drugs!" Helen cried. Ian merely raised an eyebrow.
"Lady, if you'd listen to the whole-"
"I cannot believe Eric talked me into this..." And Helen became lost in her own mutterings about juvenile delinquency and the unfairness of it all.
Ian sighed and retrieved his CD.
***
Sooo... that's it for chapter one, more of an intro than anything. Reviews would be much appreciated, and I'll take all the help I can get!